Mystery: I, the Hermit, am too eager to improve

Chapter 126 Want to know? Huh? That'll cost extra!

"Mr. Portland."

"You are... oh, Mr. Laurent, right? The one mentioned him to me, hehe."

Portland Momont gestured to the seat.

Roy sat down and said, "Mr. Portland, I'm here on behalf of that person to extend my greetings to you."

"We've discussed your commission before, but I still maintain that I don't need the money, so I don't want to do any business related to you."

"Polant said seriously."

As an appraiser, he naturally knew that Roy represented the Mysterious Queen.

Roy replied, "You misunderstand. This time, she doesn't want your help in designing or manufacturing the alloy; she wants to inquire about the steam exhibition at the church."

"exhibition?"

Portland paused, then his face stiffened. He coughed lightly. "I'm not entirely sure about this either. After all, I'm just a believer, not someone from within the church."

"You are an appraiser, a devout member of the church, and a world-renowned professor. I imagine you must know something about the inside story."

Roy chuckled.

Furthermore, the professor's expression betrayed him—

He should have been aware of it.

As far as he knew, because the professor's wife was a believer in the goddess of night, he had connections with bishops of the Church of Night and the Church of Steam.

You should know something about this.

"Why didn't she ask the bishop of the Steam Church?" Portland said helplessly.

"I don't know either, I'm just a messenger."

"Okay, as far as I know, someone stole two pages of bookmarks, and that's all that's missing."

Portland answered.

Immediately, a look of doubt appeared on his face.

"I can't understand the thief's thinking. If he could break into the museum, why would he only steal these two things?"

"Understood."

Roy rose and bowed. "Thank you for your visit."

"It's nothing, I don't know much either. If she wants to know more, she should ask the bishop himself."

Polish special route.

"it is good."

Roy left the office, unsurprised.

He knew what was going on yesterday.

Theft.

What was stolen was a bookmark...

It goes without saying who did it.

It could only be Klein, that fool.

Bernadette left due to her promotion and did not appear at the convention, which allowed Klein to take the "Black Emperor" card without any trouble.

I wonder if he encountered the demon dog again that night.

After leaving the Mechanical Engineering department, Roy immediately went to the History department's office building to visit Mr. Wainwright, whom he had just met.

Wainwright's face lit up with joy when she saw Roy.

"We meet again."

"I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Loren Sora, from Fenneport. I've come to Backlund with the Mohan family's fleet."

Roy said.

Wainwright's face showed a look of nostalgia, and then she sighed, "The Mohan family has existed for more than two hundred years."

"As you said, they are indeed very old and ancient."

Roy nodded, but was secretly shocked.

So the Mohan family has existed for over two hundred years?

Although they can't compare to the Soren family, they are still considered a relatively powerful family of extraordinary individuals.

"There are many families older than them. Once, when I was researching history, I consulted a descendant of a large family. His knowledge was beyond my imagination; he knew history like the back of his hand..."

Old Man Wainwright spoke as if pouring out beans.

Roy listened from the side, slightly surprised.

Judging from what the other party said...

His friend, a descendant of that great family, seemed to be from an ancient family that had existed for a very long time.

but.

Not many meet these conditions.

He couldn't help but become curious.

"Mr. Wainwright, I'm a little curious. What is the name of the family you mentioned that is so ancient?"

"Abraham".

Wainwright smiled and said, "This is a family that has existed since the Quaternary Period; they themselves are history."

Roy looked shocked, but inwardly he couldn't help but chuckle.

This old man loved to show off his knowledge, so he used the "Twisted Ring" to amplify the other person's showing off.

But he had to admit it, because Abraham was indeed ancient.

"Would it be convenient for you to introduce me to your friend? To be honest, I'm also very curious about history."

Roy showed eagerness and a thirst for historical knowledge.

The other person laughed and continued, "My friend is coming to Backlund soon, but unfortunately he doesn't like meeting strangers."

"That's such a shame."

Roy sighed.

The old man shrugged and said, "There's nothing I can do. It was just a coincidence that I got to know him. Besides, large families like this are relatively closed off, making it difficult for people to communicate."

"You're right."

Roy nodded in agreement, then thought for a moment and asked, "I noticed there's a Remnant here? Can foreigners work here?"

"Lenberg is our ally, but Fenneport is not, so it's probably not feasible for you to take a position here."

Wainwright nodded, then smiled and praised, "Mr. Errett is very knowledgeable and his lectures are very interesting. He will surely go even further in the future."

That's for sure; he is an extraordinary one who has glimpsed the secrets of the human path.

Roy was considering whether or not to take his leave.

Just then, a sound came from outside.

"Mr. Wainwright, I am not as good as you say. Compared to you and the other teachers, I am far from good enough."

The visitor stood at the door, then smiled slightly, "Sorry, you didn't close the door, and I just happened to be passing by."

He has a tiny scar on his eyebrow.

It was this scar that caused his eyebrows to break.

"It's nothing. Leaving the door open means there's nothing that no one else knows."

Wainwright laughed.

Roy turned his head, smiled and bowed: "Hello Mr. Erritt, my name is Loren Sora, from Fenneport."

"Hello there."

The other person gave him a deep look, then left with a smile.

Roy said regretfully, "I really like the learning atmosphere and culture at Backlund. I've lived in Loen for over ten years and thought I would have the opportunity to become a teacher here."

"You could consider becoming a Rune."

The old man said with a smile.

Roy shook his head: "Fenneport is my hometown, and my family lives there."

"It's a pity, but that's the rule."

The old man sighed.

Then, he glanced at the time, stood up, and said, "It was a pleasure chatting with you, but unfortunately I need to prepare for a lesson..."

"Mr. Wainwright, it's a pleasure to meet you. I hope we'll have another chance to chat sometime."

There will be an opportunity.

Roy said goodbye to Wainwright with a smile.

After leaving the building, he felt a gaze on him, and caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye as he turned to the side...

That was an office on the third floor.

Erite!

Roy's lips curled into a slight smile.

After leaving Backlund University, he boarded a carriage and disembarked at a location in the West End before entering a café.

In the coffee shop's restroom, he removed his disguise and entered the mysterious sanctuary.

"Errette Frey is hostile towards me."

After seven repetitions, the pendant rotates counterclockwise.

No.

The other party did not recognize him as a spy.

The disguise was successful.

Roy chuckled. He had only used the power of the Twisted Ring. Even if the other party possessed the Eye of Secrets, they would at most think he was a lawyer.

but.

He never imagined...

I am actually a scroll professor.

In addition, although the Eye of Insight at Sequence 5 level still cannot be turned off on its own, it can already see through many concealments.

If the other person is Sequence 5, there is a high probability that they will be able to tell that you are wearing a mask.

and so.

The sequence number of Erette should be less than 5.

Roy was confident as long as Sequence 5 wasn't available, but he didn't plan to act immediately.

It would be a shame to take action now.

This is a good opportunity. Wainwright mentioned Abraham, which could mislead Ereshkigal into thinking that his purpose was related to Abraham's family.

Yes, Erette didn't just happen to be passing by.

He had been eavesdropping for a long time.

Roy had noticed it before, but he just ignored it.

"I hope there's a big fish behind him."

He sat in the coffee shop, suppressing his emotions.

Erette is at most Sequence 6, and if he has someone backing him in Backlund, he is at least Sequence 5.

Even without Bernadette, he could still kill her with the help of the others.

The question is whether it exists!

If so, then the main ingredient for your potion will be secured.

Roy left the coffee shop and got into a carriage to go home.

……

At night, Roy continued writing on scrolls at home.

The excitement of the day had subsided by now.

Regardless of whether the other party has a Sequence 5 or higher, he must digest Professor Roll's potion, which is a prerequisite for becoming a Sequence 5.

otherwise.

Even if he obtained a Sequence 5 potion, he could only leave it unused.

Roy was writing on a scroll when suddenly a deep red enveloped him, and then—

A voice, seemingly illusory yet undeniably real, rang out.

"Roy, do you still have any reels? I'd like to buy yours, preferably those with fire abilities. I'm open to a higher price."

Klein's voice.

Roy glanced at the table, pondered for a moment, and said, "Dear Mr. Fool, please tell the world that the materials for the Flame Roll are scarce. I only have four at the moment, each worth 15 pounds."

It's not that he wants to raise prices, but rather that technology has advanced and the materials used are different.

He added an explanation, letting Klein choose for himself.

After thinking for a long time, Klein replied, "Okay, I accept."

After the ceremony, Roy sent four scrolls into the gray fog, and then 60 pounds appeared in his makeshift altar.

Klein was even willing to spend money...

What is he going to do?

Based on Roy's understanding of Klein, when the other party was buying weapons in large quantities, it was definitely because they were going to cause trouble.

Is he going to deal with Kapin?

As Roy was pondering, a pea vine drooped down in front of him, and then a figure appeared before him.

He immediately bowed.

"Madam, you..."

Roy looked up, then quickly looked down, his face unable to hide his astonishment and shock. "Congratulations, great mysterious queen!"

"How is it?"

Bernadette asked.

Roy took out the useless mask and said, "The other party is indeed a Seer of Secrets, but I cannot determine the specific sequence."

"It's okay, just keep investigating."

Bernadette said, "I will give you my full support regarding the Morse Order, which is also the mission of our Elements Dawn."

"Yes, I will."

Roy looked down. "And this magical item?"

"My promotion is largely due to your information, and this is my personal reward."

Bernadette smiled.

Roy thanked him again before asking, "Madam, how many of us are there in Backlund?"

"Me, you, Hyde. We're mainly at sea; places like Backlund aren't common."

Bernadette is very straightforward.

Roy took a slight breath, which meant—

Unless Bernadette is still alive, if she returns to the sea, the only person he can rely on is Mr. Hyde.

He's only Sequence 7.

Roy remained silent.

Bernadette smiled and said, "You're already Sequence 6, and you can serve as a deacon in the Church of the True God. Being a local leader shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"But this is Backlund."

Roy quipped, "If a brick falls down, it might just hit the butler."

"It's not that exaggerated. Okay, what does Portland say?"

"The other party stole two bookmarks, and they went straight for the bookmarks."

Roy relayed the message truthfully.

Bernadette's expression turned serious. The next second, she nodded slightly and then disappeared from sight.

The mysterious queen departed.

Roy sat in his seat, feeling the absurdity and the cruel twist of fate.

The commission he had given Bernadette in the mysterious temple had come into his hands in this form.

"Well, on the bright side, at least I got a useless mask, which means I have another face. If I have the ability to make them in the future, I can reassemble and create them myself through the Mysterious Hall."

……

The Mysterious Club.

Roy hasn't been here for a while.

After entering, he adjusted his hat.

Ollie looked up, and then a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"Mr. Rowling, you've finally arrived. I thought you weren't coming like Mr. Gary."

Roy chuckled, "How could that be? I've just been a bit busy lately, so I forgot to come yesterday."

"Oh, by the way, you have guests."

Ollie pointed to the corner of the hall.

Roy turned his head to look, but didn't see anyone. He looked at Ollie suspiciously when he saw someone jump down from the chair over there.

He's really short!

He paused for a moment, then realized who the other person was.

Hugh Deercha.

Roy smiled and said, "Guest, would you like to come into my meeting room to chat?"

"it is good."

Nod.

After entering the house, Hugh sat down, not holding Roy's earlier rudeness against him, after all...

That's not Roy's fault.

She was silent for a few seconds, then said, "I didn't expect Sherman to be meeting with you."

"That's fate."

Roy smiled faintly, "Miss Hugh, you've come to see me because of Sherman?"

"Yes, he's gone missing. I was thinking of coming to see if some evil person had bewitched him, but what about you..."

After a moment's hesitation, Xiu finally asked, "Do you know where he went?"

"I haven't seen him since the second consultation."

Roy said.

If it were anyone else, Hugh would definitely use his Arbitrator abilities, but the other party is a more powerful Extraordinary.

Utilize capabilities...

It will only put you in a crisis.

Hugh gritted his teeth and said, "Can I exchange gold pounds for the information?"

"50 pounds, I'm telling you."

"what?"

Hugh was stunned, then furious. "What news is worth fifty pounds?!"

"Believe me, it's worth it."

Roy was serious.

Hugh clenched his fist, waved it, and said, "It better really be worth it!"

"You are no match for me, so keep your useless threats to yourself."

Roy chuckled softly, then took out a pen and paper and began to write.

After a moment, he twisted the paper back.

"While your fist-waving is cute, unfortunately, it's fifty pounds, not a penny less."

It reads: "Sequence 7 of the Assassin's Path is called the Witch, which allows for gender transformation."

Hugh stared at the paper in disbelief, then looked up blankly at Roy.

Her lips trembled slightly, but in the end she said nothing.

As Sherman's friend, she understood all too well the allure of this message—

Sherman dreams of being a woman!

She leaned back in her chair, remaining silent for a long time, before finally pulling out fifty pounds.

"Did you give him the potion recipe?"

"No, he got the information from other sources."

Roy didn't hide anything, but he didn't dare to get too involved.

Xiu stood up and saluted.

"Thank you, Mr. Green, this news is very important."

"I gave him some valuable advice, and now it seems he still chose this path."

Roy looked at Hugh, "For the sake of fifty pounds, I'll give you a piece of advice."

Hugh froze, his eyes looking over.

"Don't investigate."

Why?

Don't be puzzled.

Although she didn't have a deep relationship with Roy, he was mysterious, powerful, and seemed to be very knowledgeable; even Detective Isengard trusted his abilities.

Such a person...

The fact that I'm telling myself not to investigate this matter means there's something really going on behind the scenes.

"Add more money."

Roy smiled.

Hugh was taken aback, then fell silent: "Fine, fifty pounds for a message, I'll have to run around the East End for a month."

Her income was not high.

Even now, working with Fors to resell information and materials isn't very profitable; they only earn a small fee for their hard work.

Fifty pounds is already a huge expense.

Instead, it would be better to consult Mr. Fool.

She vaguely remembered that Fors had collected Russell's notes, which she used to exchange for Mr. Fool's guidance.

Thinking of this, Hugh immediately walked out, but before leaving, she still solemnly thanked him.

"Mr. Green, thank you for your guidance to Sherman."

As an extraordinary being, she was well aware of the immense value of Roy's guidance—

This news is indeed worth 50 pounds.

So.

The so-called "advice" is certainly worth more than just 2 pounds.

Hugh left quickly and immediately returned to her apartment in the Joewood district. After opening the door, she immediately went into the study.

Fors was propping his head up, his lips glistening with tears, and in front of him lay a damp manuscript.

"Fors! The manuscript is submitted!"

"Oh? I'm sorry, Mr. Richard, I was sick this month and wasn't feeling well, so I haven't..."

Fors instinctively answered and defended himself.

Then, when she came to her senses and saw Hugh, she was immediately enraged.

"stop!"

"Alright, I have something important to do, Fors. Do you still have the notes you collected before?"

He put away his joking mind and quickly asked.

Fors paused for a moment, then glanced sideways and said, "These... they seem to be fake, so I burned them."

"What?"

Xiu almost coughed up a mouthful of blood.

burn……

It burned?

Those are all invaluable treasures!

"There's one left."

Fors shrank back, then took out a piece of paper from underneath.

These are the two pages of the diary she just bought, which she originally intended to offer as a sacrifice to the hermit, but Hugh seems to be in a hurry...

Give her half.

"Thank you, Fors!"

(End of this chapter)